“In bed,” she yells, her voice muffled by all the walls between here and there.
Bed? My brows furrow as I start making my way towards our bedroom. Why the hell would she be in bed? It’s only five-thirty in the afternoon. The only time she’s ever in bed at this time of the day is when she’s sick or sleeping, and even if she’s sleeping, it’s usually because she’s fallen asleep on the couch and I’ve had to carry her to bed.
I walk into our room and find her snuggled up on my side of the bed, cuddling my pillow into her chest and bending her head so she can rest on it too. “What’s going on?” I murmur with concern. “Are you alright?”
Elle’s head lifts up off the pillow and she beams at me. “Yeah,” she smiles. “I’m fine. Why?”
“You’re in bed. You’re never in bed.”
Elle snuggles back in as a guilty little smirk plays on her lips. “Your pillow smells like you.”
I grin at my girl before walking around to her and dropping down on the bed beside her. “Are you telling me that you missed me?” I tease, sucking in a shocked breath.
“Shut up,” she laughs. “If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”
I roll my eyes and scoot in beside her, pulling her into my arms. The pillow is instantly pushed aside as Elle snuggles into my chest and lets out a soft moan. “I really did miss you,” she whispers.
I pull her in tighter and drop a kiss to her temple. “I know, babe. I missed you too. Every fucking day I miss you.” I feel her smile against my skin as I run my hand up and down her back. “How are you feeling? Are you up for dinner at Jesse’s place? Tora’s home for the weekend.”
“I’m down for that,” she tells me. “Though…you know I love your sister and all, but she’s not cooking again, is she? I don’t think I can handle that a second time.”
“Yeah,” I say with a regrettable cringe. “Kaylah’s cooking.”
“Shit,” Elle sighs. “Can we stop and get McDonald’s on the way?”
“You read my mind.”
Elle raises her chin and looks up at me. “When do we need to leave?” she questions, walking her fingers up my chest as a seductive little grin appears across her lips.
“Trust me, babe,” I say, reaching out and grabbing hold of her. “There’s more than enough time for this.”
I pull Elle up so she’s straddling my waist and she leans forward, slowly lowering herself to kiss me as my hands roam up and down her back. She grinds down on me and just as her lips are about to come down on mine, she sucks in a gasp and shoots back up.
My hands tighten on her as I search her eyes. “What’s wrong?” I question in concern as I start to feel something wet beginning to seep through to my clothes.
Elle glances down at her extremely pregnant belly before flicking her gaze back to mine. “I think my water just broke.”
“What?” I breathe as my heart begins to race. “It’s time?”
A smile pulls at the corner of her lips but I see the fear within her eyes. “Yeah,” she tells me with a slight nod. “I think it is.”
I look up at my wife with pride. She’s so fucking incredible, and what’s more, we now have an incredible excuse to skip my sister’s dreadful cooking. “You can do this, babe. You’ve got this.
“Are you sure?”
I nod, running my fingertips over her soft cheek as I feel the wetness seep further into my pants. “Of course, I’m fucking sure.” Elle smiles and I watch as some of that fear slowly begins to fade. “Babe,” I say, hoping to God that I’m not about to offend her. “Being cockblocked by my baby is something I’m really going to have to get used to, but in the meantime, I’m going to need you to get off me.”
Elle glances down and takes in the sheer size of the puddle that’s forming over my side of the bed and gasps. “Oh, shit,” she says, trying to scramble off me, but the size of her protruding stomach means she’s actually going slower than a snail’s pace, yet I can’t find it within me to care.
I get up behind her and she holds onto my arm as we both look down at the bed. “Well, I think we’re going to need a new one of those,” she tells me.
“Don’t worry about it, babe. I’ll get it sorted.”
“Are you sure?”
I grin, unable to help myself. “Of course, you need to concentrate on pushing this baby out of that sausage wallet of yours.”
Elle’s mouth drops open as she stares up at me in disgust. “You did not just call my pussy a sausage wallet.”
“Sorry, banana basket,” I laugh, correcting myself.